What Happens Next?

Prologue

RING RING RING!

What the hell is that? Oh yeah thats the old devil telling me to get out of the fluffy cloud I'm on. Or in my case the air mattress I found in my grandpas old closet. Today begins the day that my whole life changed, I know what you might be thinking "oh great it's going to end with him being all happy and shit" well I am going to tell you no it is not. The story you are about to read is a sad depressing tale so don't go expecting any of that happily ever after crap. If you can't get over that then stop reading this right now.

So now that you are stuck with me let me bring you up to speed. My name is Todd Hikasura. Yes it's a Japanese last name and my first name is Todd, I get it. "Haha what a dorky name." Well it's my name and the only people I can blame that for are my parents. Hisao who is my father. His name means something like "long lived man" or some shit like that. My mothers name is Kiyomi which means "pure beauty". What I never understood is all those Japanese names have some cool meaning to it. Like great warrior or wise one or great fast food maker. I could of been called anything cool but what do my parents go with? Todd. What does Todd mean? Wise old idiot?

I have zero clue what they were even thinking. I could write about 1000 pages just on that topic so I'll just transition. Ugh, transitions... Didn't you just hate learning that in 6th grade? Like furthermore, finally, secondly, going along with, stuff like that I'm surprised I still remember. Anyway, don't expect my transition to be all that great. So as you may tell I am Asian, and I'm flunking school. Yes I know, I could hear all the sudden gasps from you because Asian are suppose to be smart and be good with computers and stuff. You know what, those are Indians now a days.

My dad is the owner of a Chinese restaurant. I know... Ironic isn't it. But that didn't really work out for us so we need to move... Again. We are heading for Texas. All the Cowboys and hot summer days. I don't want to be a cowboy, I'm fine with just being who I am. The funny, outgoing, class clown of the school who has all these friends and can sit with like 20 people at the lunch table.

Now you know the backstory but there is one thing. How I look. Now I have Asian eyes and I have a decent haircut. Nothing like a shaved head but not too long like one of those rock n roll guitar players. Just a decent cut and I usually wear khakis and vans and possibly a collard shirt depending on what type of mood I am in. I'm slightly pudgy but let's be honest. Who isn't now a day, I mean this is America. We were the #1 fattest country for 5ish years. Now you are caught up with my situation right now. So let the story begin.